I was so shattered.
What was your truth in
saving human fall?
It was all fake.
Few minutes before death,
a sample of god speaks.
You bury your dreams,
saying mantras to appease
the godforsaken land.
First I used to fight
with my father and now I am
fighting with my son.
Values are changing
I cannot jump out of boat.
It is sinking, sinking.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Darkness which I’m not accustomed to from your wealth of wisdom. A boat or a human can float or sink; I believe the journey is the test everything must face.
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